Thursday, July 30, 2015

You ready? Kate didn't respond, so here's hoping that Temple Bryon is listening!

ADULT and explicit...

Changing all the Rules

Excerpt copyright 2015 Fran Lee

He lowered her feet
back to the floor of the shower, and rose to stand in front of her, his cock
hot and ready, and braced in his lean hand so that it pushed into the now
smooth folds of her pussy. “I want to put this inside you, Hale. I haven’t had
a vas, but I’m free of STD’s, and I hate condoms. It’s up to you—yes or no. You
protected?” He ran his tongue along her throat and shoulder.

Haley nodded. She
had an implant. No sweat there. He lifted her as if she weighed ounces, and she
wrapped her legs around his wet hips as he fed that thick, long, delectable
cock into her slowly, wickedly, until he was flush against her pussy with his
own neatly trimmed groin. His blue gaze locked with hers, and he squeezed her
butt cheeks as he drew back out slowly, watching her face, then plunged deep,
driving into her like a madman, flexing his hips in a way that made her gasp
and arch and cry out.

He watched her
beautiful face change with each thrust. He knew she liked what he could do for
her so he picked up the pace, driving himself into her channel faster, watching
her close her eyes and savor the feel of him buried inside her. God, but she
was ashorny as he was, and she was able
to take his oversized, thick cock without gasping in pain. He stopped holding
back and fucked her hard and fast—his muscles flexing quickly with each driving
plunge. She was tight and wet with her hot cream, just for him! He felt her
arch and clench wildly around his cock with a mind-splintering climax.

He pounded in a few
more strokes before he gave a choked shout of victory, and came so hard inside
her, his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He jabbed his cock in and pressed
his body to hers and let his cum fill her, felt it washing down his legs with
the shower spray. He almost lost the ability to stand, his knees trembling from
the intense pleasure. He clasped her tight against him, kissing her throat, her
shoulder, her ear. And then he hefted her slightly higher to suck her nipple
into his mouth, savoring it for several minutes as she gently milked his cock
with sexy little squeezes of her inner muscles

.

He lowered her
slowly to the shower floor once more, and caught her lips in another hot, sweet
kiss, before he drew back and whispered hoarsely, “You were worth the long
wait!”

Her voice was shaky
as she whispered, “So were you. Except I didn’t wait…did I?”

He ran his palms
down her wet skin with slow enjoyment. “No. You didn’t.” His lips trailed over
her temple. “But you just made up for your lack of judgment.”

Haley ran her
tongue over his stubbly chin and sighed. God, but she wanted this to go on
forever. His hands felt so good on her body as he caressed her slowly. “I
always thought you were hot. You didn’t know that, did you?”

“You sure had a
damn funny way of showing it.” His voice was muffled against her sopping hair,
and she shivered as he dragged his lips across her cheek to capture her mouth,
effectively stopping her words for several minutes.

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Sunday, July 12, 2015

His palms gently squeezed her butt and sent a thrill of heat
through her body. His mouth dropped to take hers as she closed her eyes with
reaction, and he instantly deepened the kiss as she gave a moan of pleasure
deep in her throat. She felt his hands lifting her bodily from her feet, and
she instantly wrapped her legs about him again, her pussy throbbing and her
mind swirling. He was amazingly hard and thick again, and she realized shakily
that she was panting as she began to thrust her center against his bulging
jeans like some mindless nympho.

Gareth closed his eyes and groaned. There went another pair
of perfectly good jeans! He walked into her bedroom and sank backward on her
mattress, adjusting his body so that she could apply as much or as little
pressure to her thrusts as she wished. He bit his lip as she ran her mouth over
his throat so delightfully, causing him to shiver and thrust upward to give her
what she so desperately wanted.He felt her
lips seeking his, and opened to her hungry, questing kiss, thrilling to her
tongue stroking into his mouth and dancing with his own.

But instead of simply letting her ride him until she came,
he slowly shoved her soft blouse up over her silky bra, and released the front
clasp. She jerked back, but he murmured huskily into her ear that he wanted her
to feel even more pleasure. And she gasped as his palms slowly, pleasurably
cupped and kneaded her breasts, his thumbs gently thrumming her hard nipples
until she threw back her head and gave a sexy cry and came so hard that she was
totally mindless for several moments.

Gareth waited for her to sit up slightly, and then caught
her right nipple in his lips, sucking the swollen tip deep into his mouth as he
placed his hands on her hips and continued to rock her body against his,
seeking his own breathless release.He
moved to the other nipple and heard her gasping intake of breath. She moaned as
she readied for a second climax, and her body quickened its pace. He gave a
muffled shout of pleasure as he came harder than before, flooding his jeans
with an unbelievable ejaculation that continued for several long, heady moments
before subsiding.

She lay helpless on his body as both of them fought for
breath. He laughed shakily beside her ear, “I gave you two for my one—you owe
me one.”

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Saturday, July 4, 2015

Flint rose from the bed and hesitated as his little intruder
looked her fill at him. Wide golden eyes dropped from his muscled chest to his
aroused shaft, and got even bigger. Like she’d never seen anything the likes of
it before. He let her stare for a full minute before he cleared his tight
throat and reached for his rumpled jeans lying across the foot of Curley’s
unoccupied bed. If he knew Curley, the cowpoke was dossed down with some rodeo
bunny in another motel room, enjoying the hell out of her.

Shaking out his jeans, he stepped into them casually,
sensing her eyes drilling a hole through his bruised ass. He could almost feel
them stroking over his skin. Damn! It
was a job getting the fly closed without zipping his unrepentant cock into the
teeth, but somehow he managed. He didn’t bother with his belt. Or his shirt.
Modesty wasn’t one of his many sins. He’d only put on his pants to make her
less nervous.

When he turned back to face her, she was still flat on her
back, her eyes wide and her jaw hanging, as if she’d been quick-frozen to the
spot. He scratched his chest and yawned, and watched as her pale face turned
all red. When she still didn’t move, he ran both hands back through his sleep
rumpled hair, and almost laughed as her wide eyes popped again. Figuring he
would have to be the one to start the conversation, he felt his cheeks crease
with a wicked grin.

“Unless you are inviting me back into my bed, darlin’, it
would be smart of you to get a grip and sit up. You look mighty invitin’ lyin'
there like that.”

His words had the desired effect, because she jack-knifed up
from the mattress and hit the floor with both feet, looking for all the world
like she was ready to make a dive for the door. He lifted both palms like he
would to calm a spooked horse, and he spoke softly in a calm voice. “Easy
there, sweet thing…you’re safe. But I need a cup of coffee.”

Coffee? Hot coffee?

Lily’s mouth almost watered. She hadn’t eaten a damn thing
except a stale granola bar since she’d run for it, and her gut was telling her
off something fierce. She’d saved all her cash for bus fare and a room if she
needed one, and the idea that he might be offering a cup of coffee was enough
to make her sink back down onto the edge of the mattress and hug her stomach.

When the tall man moved to the cubby hole that served as a
closet between the bedroom and the bathroom, and flipped the switch on a small
two-cup coffee maker, she stared at his broad back, unable to take her eyes
from all that golden skin.

His jeans hung low on his lean hips, and his bare feet were
long and well shaped. Holy Hell, but
she’d never seen a better looking man. His dark hair was almost black, with
a few lighter streaks, probably from the sun. Her gaze slid over the nasty bruises
that were on his back, ribs, and his shoulder. Then he swung his head her way
as if he sensed she was ogling him, and a crooked smile curved his chiseled
mouth.

Covering her rudeness, she coughed and looked down at the
floor, and she spoke in a shaky voice. “Did you get the shit beat out of you,
too?”

Flint hid his grin as he turned back to the coffee, and
turned two of the Styrofoam cups over. “Not in the same way you were. The
saddle bronc I was finished riding took it into his head to try and get the
last word in on our argument.”

He heard her little gasp, and a moment later, he felt cool
hands on the largest of his bruises. It was all he could do to not flinch. He
stiffened as her small cold fingers ran over the lump where a hoof had caught
his ribs a glancing blow. “Have you been to see a doctor?” she whispered, “to
make sure your ribs aren’t cracked?”

Taking in a deep breath, he fought to remain still. “Yep.
Just a bunch of nasty bruises.” His voice rasped as he went on. “Your cool hands
feel damn good, woman…”

She moved away quickly, and the minute her hands dropped
from his body, he wanted them right back where they’d been. He tried his
damnedest to not look disappointed when he glanced down at her over his
shoulder once more.

“I’m sorry.” Her face was pinched with concern.

“No need to apologize. It felt good…sort of like an ice
pack. You can put those hands back on me if you want.”

He watched her expression turn from worried to pink with
embarrassment, and he fought to keep from turning around and kissing her until
the pink turned to a warm red flush of pleasure. But he managed to hold back.
He almost growled under his breath. He’d never felt so damned hot and
protective in his life before. She wasn’t a beauty, but there was something
about her that grabbed his gut and twisted. Something about her seemed to reach
out and touch him, and damned if he wasn’t ready and willing to figure it out.
He needed to back the hell off and get some answers so he could decide what to
do with his little burglar.